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Wednesday, September 27, 2006

yummm.

I remember when I was little, making special "treats" for my Dad with leftovers from whatever my Mom was making. Looking back at it I feel bad for him, having to choke down a charred lump of whatever I happend to "bake" that day, with a pained smile plastered on his face. Well... now it's CN's turn. I'm my opinion you're not a true father until you've encountered something like... this.

2 comments:

Oh! It's... lovely. Hee... Actually, Mini's way ahead of us when it comes to baking things that look appetizing. I seem to remember Dad gnawing gamely away at several cardboard-like concoctions we made.

I remember all those burnt "pies" you concocted for poor Pa. Why does one of them stand out so clearly--? It was in a little blue pan...a berry pie? I think Dad took a picture of it. Ha! Someday you'll be telling these stories in the introduction to your cookbook. xo

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Welcome to Em's world. I am a stay at home/ work at home (when the odd job presents itself) mom. I have the privilege to spend every single day with my sweet/crazy 5 yr. old daughter, Mini M. and my little man, Baby W. who was born May 3rd.
I can't forget the best part of my life- my hub. C.N., who happens to be the sweetest, funniest fella alive.
We have been married almost 6 years.
So that's me and my fam.